President of Zhuma PK

A black shadow descended from the sky and flashed in front of Song Ci.

In the next second, there was a blunt bang, and warm liquid splashed all over Song Ci's body and face.

A strong fishy smell immediately filled the nose.

A layer of red mist suddenly enveloped the eyes, and the whole world was stained with blood.

Crowds quickly gathered around, and screams rang out one after another.

Someone is calling the police, someone is calling an ambulance.

Someone pushed and shoved, and the phone dropped to the ground.

Before letting go of the phone, Song Ci vaguely heard Li Fan calling his name.

He raised his hand and wiped his face indiscriminately, bent down to pick up his phone, but his knees suddenly gave way, and he knelt down in a pool of blood.

The shattered body was close in front of his eyes, bloody and bloody, extremely tragic.

Song Ci reached out to pick up the torn mobile phone from the pool of blood, and then squeezed the blood on his clothes, then installed the battery, and did not let go of the power button.

However, the phone screen did not light up as expected.

Someone pulled out their phone to take a picture.

The screaming has died down, replaced by whispered discussions.

"It should have jumped from the roof, is it someone who works in this building?"

"You look quite young, why can't you think about it so much?"

"Oh, do you think he looks like that star, the hero of that idol drama that was very popular a while ago?"

"The face is smashed, and I can't see what it looks like at all."

Song Ci put the broken cell phone in his pocket, and looked up at the "corpse" in front of him.

After falling like this, there should be no possibility of surviving.

Because he fell face down, the man's facial features have been distorted and deformed, and his original appearance can hardly be seen, but his hairstyle and clothes are very familiar.

Song Cilue thought about it, and guessed who the man in front of him who jumped to his death was.

A strange man reached out to help Song Ci, "Are you okay?"

Song Ci sideways avoided, "I'm fine, thank you."

He managed to stand up and said to the man, "Can I borrow your mobile phone? Mine broke."

The man gave him a strange look, said nothing, hesitantly took out his mobile phone and handed it to him.

Song Ci reached out to pick it up, but suddenly saw that his hand was covered with blood, so he withdrew his hand and wiped it on his clothes, then reached out to take the phone again, unlocked it, pressed a series of numbers, and put the phone to his ear.

The bell rang for a long time, and finally came the mechanical voice of the customer service lady: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later."

Song Ci didn't call a second time, and handed the phone to the man, "Thank you."

The man took the phone back and said, "No...you're welcome."

Just then, a police car and an ambulance arrived at the same time.

The police dispersed the crowd of onlookers to facilitate the work of ambulance personnel.

The male doctor checked for a while and said to the police, "He is dead."

The police asked several passers-by about the situation, and finally came to Song Ci, looked him up and down for a moment, saw that his white T-shirt had been stained red with blood, and a lot of blood was splashed on his face, so he asked, "Who are you?" First witness?"

Song Ci said, "Yes."

The policeman said in a businesslike tone, "Please come back to the police station with us and make a record."

"Okay." Song Ci said very calmly, "But you have to wait."

The policeman blurted out, "Waiting for what?"

Song Ci said: "I was talking to my brother when the accident happened, and the call was cut off suddenly. My brother must be worried that something happened to me. I called him back just now, but no one answered. He must have come to the company to look for me, and he didn't bring Cell phone. When my brother comes, let him know that I am safe and sound, and then I will go to the police station with you, okay? "

Hearing what he said concisely and logically, the policeman stared at him for a while and said, "Aren't you afraid?"

If someone else encountered this kind of thing, they would probably have been terrified, but this boy who seemed to be underage could be so calm, which is really unimaginable.

"Scared." Song Ci said.

But his tone and expression are really not convincing, "Why can't I see it at all?"

Song Ci said, "Because I concealed it very well."

The policeman was speechless for a moment and said, "Just wait until we have disposed of the corpse."

"Thank you." Seeing that he turned to leave, Song Ci hurriedly said, "May I borrow your mobile phone?"

Without saying a word, the police took out his mobile phone and threw it to him.

Song Ci reached out to catch it, recalled for a moment, and pressed a string of numbers.

"Brother Yan, are you in the company?"

"I've been at the company for a while. Why haven't you come? You won't be late again, right?"

"I'm just downstairs from the company." Song Ci said, "Someone committed suicide by jumping off the building..."

"What?!" Yan Peng was shocked.

Song Ci continued: "I am the first witness, and the police will take me back to the police station to make a statement."

Yan Peng hurriedly said: "You wait! I'll go downstairs to find you right now!"

"Wait a minute." Song Ci said, "Brother Yan, the person who committed suicide by jumping off the building...may be Yuan Zhaolei."

"You...what did you say!" The successive shocks made it difficult for Yan Peng to digest for a while.

Song Ci paused, and said, "Perhaps you should inform Director Yang and President Qin first."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Yan Peng said hastily: "Don't talk nonsense to the police, I will inform the higher-ups right away, and then I will go downstairs to find you."

After finishing the call, Song Ci quietly stood aside, watching several policemen protect the scene and dispose of the corpse.

"It's really ugly to die." Song Ci couldn't help thinking: "If it were me, I would never choose this way of death."

But why commit suicide?

Song Ci recalled the news yesterday that Zeng Jinhao was beaten and hospitalized, and then recalled Yan Peng's reminder to him not long ago: "Stay away from Yuan Zhaolei, in my opinion, his good days are numbered, don't be dragged down."

Really a prophecy.

The police had already loaded the body into a police van.

Running out of time, Song Ci decided to call Yan Peng and ask Yan Peng to tell Li Fan that he was fine.

Unexpectedly, before the call was connected, he saw Li Fan jumping out of a taxi that hadn't stopped, looked up anxiously, and then ran towards the building where Canxing Media was located.

Song Ci hastily raised his voice to call him: "Li Fan!"

Hearing the sound, Li Fan looked at him, was stunned for a moment, then rushed towards him as fast as he could.

Seeing that he was still wearing pajamas and his feet were bare, Song Ci felt sore in his heart, and there were tears in his eyes.

Li Fan stopped two steps away in front of him, looked at Song Ci who was covered in blood all over his face, was so nervous that he even stopped breathing, and said in a trembling voice, "You..."

"I'm fine, nothing is wrong." Song Ci's voice was slightly choked, "The blood belongs to others, not mine."

In the next second, Song Ci was pulled into Li Fan's arms.

Li Fan hugged him tightly with all his strength, and said in a choked voice, "I thought... I thought..."

He didn't go on.

Song Ci held back the pain, raised his arms to hug Li Fan, and comforted him with a smile: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Li Fan suddenly remembered that Song Ci was already injured, so he hurriedly let go of him, and said nervously, "Did I hurt you? Why didn't you say it?"

Song Ci asked without answering, "Why did you come out without even wearing your shoes?"

Li Fan looked down and said indifferently, "Forgot."

He raised his hand to wipe the blood on Song Ci's face, but the blood had dried up and couldn't be wiped off, "Call the company and ask for a leave, let's go home."

"No." Song Ci said, "I'm an eyewitness, and I'm going to the police station to make a statement."

Hearing this, Li Fan's expression tightened.

Song Ci glanced in the direction of the police car, and said in a low voice, "Our past has been cleaned up, and our current identities are all real, so nothing will happen."

Li Fan didn't relax at all, and said, "I'll go with you."

"No need, the police station is not a good place after all, if you are not afraid of [-], you are just in case." Song Ci saw Yan Peng coming out of the revolving door from a distance, and said, "And my manager will accompany me, he Will help me handle it."

At the same time as Yan Peng walked over, the policeman who borrowed Song Ci's cell phone just now also came towards him.

Song Ci said: "My phone is broken, don't call me, I will call you when it's over."

Li Fan looked at him heavily and said, "Okay."

"Don't worry about me, nothing will happen." Song Ci held his hand, "When you get home, remember to wash your feet. If you have a wound, you must apply medicine. The ointment is in the desk drawer."

"understood."

Yan Peng and the police walked up to Song Ci at the same time.

Song Ci let go of Li Fan's hand, greeted Yan Peng first, and then returned the phone to the police, "Thank you."

The policeman took a look at Li Fan and said, "Have you seen your brother? Can we go?"

Song Ci said, "Yes."

Yan Peng hurriedly interjected: "Mr. Police, I am his manager, can I go with him? He is still a child and doesn't understand anything, so I don't worry."

The policeman said, "It's up to you, but there's no room for the police car, so you can take a taxi yourself."

"No problem!" Yan Peng stretched out his hand to pull Song Ci, and said, "You go ahead, and I will drive him to follow."

The policeman said, "Come to the Hexi branch, hurry up."

After the police left, Yan Peng also went to pick up the car. Li Fan accompanied Song Ci to wait under the shade of a tree at the intersection. Song Ci briefly told him what happened.

"Are you afraid?" Li Fan asked.

Song Ci was silent for two seconds, and said, "Scared."

In fact, Song Ci was not very afraid.

Back then, he was able to take a bath standing next to that person's corpse, and now, he could calmly retrieve the phone from the pool of blood.

The living are always scarier than the dead.

The reason why Song Ci lied was to make Li Fan feel sorry for him.

Distressed and distressed, maybe Li Fan will fall in love with him.

This is Song Ci's caution.

Song Ci went on to say, "But once you come, I won't be afraid anymore."

Li Fan smiled against the wind, it was even more dazzling than the sun.

He suddenly remembered something, hurriedly said "Wait for me for a while" and ran away.

Song Ci watched him run into a convenience store, and after a while, he came back with a plastic bag, which contained a pack of wet tissues, a piece of hazelnut bread and a bag of jujube yogurt.

He stood facing Song Ci, unpacked it, took out a piece of wet tissue, and said, "Close your eyes."

Song Ci obediently raised his head and closed his eyes.

As if waiting for a lover's kiss.

From his forehead all the way down, Li Fan gently and carefully wiped the blood on Song Ci's face.

When he touched his neck, he bent slightly and approached Song Ci's face, not feeling how ambiguous this posture was at all.

From Yan Peng's point of view, it looks like they are kissing.

He coughed and leaned over to open the co-pilot's door, "Song Ci, get in the car!"

Song Ci opened his eyes, "Are you ready?"

Li Fan stood up straight, looked at it for a moment, and said, "Okay."

"Then I'm leaving." Song Ci said, "Wait for my call."

"Okay." Li Fan handed him the plastic bag, "Eat on the road."

Li Fan watched Song Ci get into the car, until the car merged into the traffic and disappeared, then he waved to stop a taxi.

When he got home, he followed Song Ci's instructions and washed his feet with hot water. Since there were only some small wounds, he did not apply medicine.

From last night to now, Li Fanlong only slept for less than three hours. He felt a splitting headache and wanted to catch up on sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning for a long time, so he had to give up.

Li Fan thought, if he hadn't delayed Song Ci's time this morning, Song Ci would not have encountered such a thing. If Song Ci took one more step forward, the consequences would be disastrous.

Li Fan was deeply disturbed by the successive incidents that happened to Song Ci.

But he couldn't stay by Song Ci's side all the time, watching him and protecting him.

A terrible idea suddenly popped up in Li Fan's mind: It would be great if Song Ci could be locked up, and only see him and contact him alone, then Song Ci would not be in danger.

Li Fan was taken aback by this flashing thought, and hurriedly expelled it.

He reached out and hugged the dolphin puppet into his arms, which smelled of Song Ci.

He buried his head in the puppet, took a deep breath, and miraculously felt that his headache relieved a lot, and his heart gradually settled down.

Just fell asleep like this.

Li Fan was awakened by the piercing ringing of the bell, almost bouncing off the bed.

He had a series of nightmares, the dreams were extremely real and extremely painful, but the moment he woke up, he completely forgot what he had dreamed about.

Li Fan pressed his beating heart with one hand, reached for the phone with the other, and pressed the answer button without looking at it, "Song Ci?"

"What's wrong with your voice?" It was Song Ci's voice, "It sounds very uncomfortable, is it sick?"

"I'm fine, I just woke up." Li Fan said, "How are you? Have you come out of the police station?"

"I haven't left the police station yet. I just finished the record, but I'm fine. I'll make you feel at ease by calling."

"Then are you going to work or going home later?"

"I don't know yet, I have to ask my agent. The police told me to go over and call you later."

After hanging up the phone, Song Ci walked towards the policeman who called him.

The police handed him a document and said, "Sign here."

Song Ci took it over and took a look, it was the transcript he made just now, so he signed it, and before he could ask, the policeman said: "You can go, if there is anything that needs you, I will call you. "

Song Ci nodded his thanks, got up and walked out.

Yan Peng had been waiting outside for a long time, and when he saw him coming out, he hurriedly lowered his voice and asked, "You didn't say anything you shouldn't have said, did you?"

"No." Song Ci said, "I followed what you taught me on the road."

Yan Peng let out a long breath and said, "That's good. Let's go, I'll take you home."

Song Ci asked: "Aren't you going back to the company?"

Yan Peng said: "The news of Yuan Zhaolei's suicide is now on the headlines of all major websites, and the Internet has already turned upside down. I don't know who is a wicked bastard who took pictures of the suicide scene and posted them on the Internet. Bloody , I didn’t even make a mosaic, and your face is still in the photo, which is very clear. Just now someone from the company called me and said that a large group of reporters gathered downstairs in the company, there must be hundreds of people, and the crowd was tight. Just waiting to interview you."

Song Ci frowned, "Why are you interviewing me? I'm just a passerby."

Yan Peng said: "The entertainment industry is a place where there are no secrets. Although you haven't debuted yet, and the company has not disclosed any information about you, those entertainment reporters don't know how to find out that you are an artist signed by Canxing. Things, even the fact that you participated in "Lightning in a Bottle" was picked up, and you were a witness to Yuan Zhaolei's suicide, so how could they not jump on you?"

so complicated.

Song Ci's temple was aching.

Yan Peng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, talk on the way if you have something to say."

"it is good."

Unexpectedly, as soon as they left the gate of the police station, they were surrounded by reporters swarming up.

Yan Peng hurriedly held Song Ci in his arms with one hand, and covered Song Ci's face with the other to prevent them from taking pictures.

The reporters asked questions in a hurry.

"How long have you been in Canxing? How is your relationship with Yuan Zhaolei?"

"Were you there when Zeng Jinhao and Yuan Zhaolei fought yesterday?"

"Is it possible that Yuan Zhaolei was murdered?"

"How did you feel when Yuan Zhaolei died in front of you?"

While protecting Song Ci, Yan Peng said loudly, "No comment! No comment! Make room! The company will hold a press conference afterwards! I will tell everyone the truth!"

Song Ci bowed his waist and bowed his head, regretting for the first time his choice to enter the entertainment industry.

Although he couldn't see the faces of these reporters, he felt that they had green faces and fangs, and they were fierce and terrifying.

They are indifferent to death itself, but frantically dig out the gossip behind death, just to write an entertainment headline that attracts people's attention.

Even death can be entertained, which shows how ugly and deformed this seemingly glamorous entertainment industry is.

Today, it was Yuan Zhaolei who was entertained, but who knows, will it be Song Ci tomorrow?

Protecting Song Ci, Yan Peng broke through the siege, opened the car door and stuffed Song Ci into the passenger driver's seat, then quickly ran to the driver's seat, started the car, and left this place of right and wrong.

Song Ci looked at the crowd left behind through the rearview mirror, with lingering fear in his heart.

Yan Peng took out a tissue to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and said, "Did it scare you?"

Song Ci withdrew his gaze and said flatly, "It's okay."

Yan Peng glanced at him and said, "Although it's not kind to say so, you may be able to use this incident to make you angry."

Song Ci didn't answer.

Yan Peng also said: "This time Zeng Jinhao is going to be in bad luck. I'm afraid the original planned debut solo album and idol drama will have to be shelved."

Song Ci was silent for a moment, and asked, "What happened between Zeng Jinhao and Yuan Zhaolei?"

"You went out at noon yesterday, so I don't know." Yan Peng said, "The reason why the two of them quarreled is because of you."

"because I?"

Song Ci couldn't believe it, he and Yuan Zhaolei hadn't even spoken a word.

"I also heard it from others. They probably heard it from Wu Tiancong, because he was there at the time." Yan Peng said, "You may not know that Yuan Zhaolei also auditioned for the role of Chen Xi before, but his acting skills were not good. , didn’t try it. After knowing that you had passed the audition, he felt unbalanced. After class yesterday morning, he insulted you a few words, and incidentally brought up Zeng Jinhao. The two quarreled for a while, and Zeng Jinhao spoke harshly. Yuan Zhaolei In a fit of anger, he picked up a chair and smashed him. Zeng Jinhao was beaten to the point of bleeding and was sent to the hospital immediately."

Song Ci was speechless.

He thought it was like a farce, funny and ridiculous.

"It wasn't a big deal at first, and it passed by using public relations to cover it up, but I didn't expect Yuan Zhaolei to be so overwhelmed..." Yan Peng paused, and then said: "It's okay if he really committed suicide, but if not, then Zeng Jinhao is logically the number one suspect..."

As if suddenly realizing what he said, Yan Peng quickly shut up.

Song Ci's mind suddenly rang out a reporter's question in the chaos just now: "Is it possible that Yuan Zhaolei was murdered?"

He suddenly felt cold all over his body.

After a dead silence, Song Ci asked, "If Yuan Zhaolei didn't commit suicide, how do you think he died?"

Yan Peng was silent for a long time, and said, "This is the fourth month that Yuan Zhaolei and President Qin have been together..."